Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Sunday, November 08, 2009
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Monday, November 02, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
No one is allowed to eat in the living room. Of course we all know rules are meant to be broken so here are the exceptions:
- #1. Grandma makes the rules so she follows them at her own discretion
#2. If Grandma, in her supreme decision making process, determines it's for the better benefit of all parties involved
#3. If Grandma is away and all evidence of any transgression is completely eradicated before her return
Unfortunately Grandma got caught doing # 2. Since grandkids were entranced in a movie and therefore leaving Grandma the freedom to pursue her own business, it seemed a reasonable request to let them consume popcorn in front of the TV AS LONG AS the popcorn remained on the king sized purple sheet that Grandma placed on the floor in the middle of the room. Note, there were no beverages allowed. Drinks are NEVER allowed in the living room.
Grandma may have been caught doing # 2 but the key is... there was no remaining evidence of this transgression. When the deed was done, she simply whisked up the stray popcorn into the sheet and provided nurishment for the birds outside.
It seems that Grandpa thought it was a good idea allowing popcorn in the living room so he could have a bit of tranquility during his tenure of the children when Grandma got sick this week. He carefully spread out the king sized purple sheet, brought out a huge bowl of sticky marshmallow popcorn and disappeared into his room. All was quiet. For about an hour. And then. Into Grandma's room. Came... a giggling purple ghost leaving a trail of sticky popcorn through the living room, hallway, kitchen, office, and bedroom.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Many times I have admitted it. I cannot grow anything. Nothing. My thumbs are anything but green. Both of them. But I have owned this persistent little ivy plant for years. I know… it should trailing all over the kitchen, living room and at least two bedrooms by now. But this plant has been abused. It has never ever been fed and has received only smidgets of water, mostly whenever someone left behind a half full water bottle that all humans in the household were afraid to consume due to insufficient knowledge as to whose lips may have touched that bottle. It survived a change of environment at least twice, but always in the same pot. And then all of a sudden, a few days ago, the leaves were withered up and dropping to the floor. Once I got tired of scrunching on dead leaves on my nightly jaunt to the potty, I transported it to the outdoors, thinking perhaps a bit of fresh air and a good shower might revive the poor thing. I questioned all members of the household and frequent visitors about it’s demise. No one wanted to fess up. Of course my suspicions turned the direction of the cats but I determined not one of our cats would be agile enough to perform that kind of litter box maneuver and, I’ll admit, I did give it the sniff test. Finally the culprit, only out of concern that I might take drastic measures (like cooking) to extract the inevitable truth, came forward. Meekly he said, “I read somewhere that fish oil might help sickly plants, so the other night when I fried that fish… well hmmmm, I thought just maybe, if I poured the grease in the flower pot...” Hubby ran for cover as I reached for the cast iron fish frying pan and I haven’t seen him since. OK OK that’s a lie, I wouldn’t do that. I might not take care of my plants but I don’t want to be the cook either.
Monday, September 07, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
On the way to daycare a couple of days ago I warned Little J that there was some sort of “egg” in my trunk. I told him it might hatch soon and he might want to be very careful while riding in the back seat. He of course thought I was kidding, especially when I told him the bunya bunya watches over little boys behaviors much like Santa and the Tooth Fairy.
Later that evening as he was sitting in front of the TV I asked him if he had done all the things he must do before turning on the set… getting ready for bed, brushing teeth, putting clothes in hamper, picking up the days toys (obviously he had not). I reminded him that the bunya bunya was still lurking in my car and could hatch at any moment. He just kind of sat there with that know it all grin. So, I did what any other grandma might do in this situation. I retrieved the bunya bunya from the trunk, brought the “wiggling” paper bag into the living room and dumped it onto the sofa. Didn’t have to say a word. Amazing how fast Little J finished his chores.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
Well, I can’t seem to find my desktop. But that’s OK, I didn’t want to do any work today anyway. Instead, I need to make my weekly trip to Trader Joe’s. I have to go today, Friday, for sure.
You see last week I went to TJ’s on Saturday when the parking lot was at it’s usual full capacity. As I got into my car to leave I noticed a couple cars backed up behind me waiting for my space. I also noticed that there were a few messages on my cell phone. So I did what all good friends do… I returned all the calls I missed while I was in TJ’s. As I hung up on the last call I ignored the the little beep beep behind me.
Little J was in the back seat getting a bit restless so I retrieved the DVD player that had fallen below his feet and helped him search for a good movie. He had left the player on while we were shopping so the battery was drained. We finally found the car charger mixed in his pile of clothes we had retrieved from the school lost and found a couple of days before. Beep beep.
Just about then I realized that Little J had a play date and I had no idea where his friend lived. So, I called the Mom for the address. It only took a couple more minutes to figure out the route on the GPS. Was that another little beep I heard? I turned around to see three cars now waiting for parking spaces.
I never drive around without listening to a few tunes so I took a moment to plug in the IPOD and find something to meet my current mood which was slightly rushed having a few frozen foods in the trunk and with Little J getting a bit impatient about getting to his buddies house. Another beep... 4 cars in line now.
Little J complained that my music was too loud so I looked around and found his headphones buried in the seat pocket next to him.
Was that another beep? Hmmmm 5 cars now and the guy behind me had more forehead furrows than a GPS has streets.
As I reached under my front seat to retrieve my Kindle, I think I heard some morse code kind of beeps coming from behind. If I remember correctly a few longs... a few shorts... and that special mixture of longs and shorts signifies something like F*** U. Ah well, soon I'd be lost into the robotic but humorous words of the latest Janet Evanovich novel I'm reading/listening to.
I started to pull out of the space when the cell phone rang. Dang, I forgot to turn on the blue tooth so I pulled back into the space to answer the phone.
There was a tap on my window. I didn't want to look. Little J looked. He told me, "drive away quick gramma because some mean guy is trying to kidnap me and he has a ransom note." I looked out to see a hand pinning a note to my windows... "Gadget-aholic Meeting - Tuesday 8pm - in front of Fry's – plenty of parking”
Monday, May 25, 2009
Friday, May 01, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Saturday, April 04, 2009
Friday, April 03, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
We made yet another trip to Mountain View Cemetery, the 3rd this week. This time we went to meet author Dennis Evanosky and purchased two of his books. Little J was intrigued to talk to Dennis and have our copies signed. His favorite of the two is Eastbay Then and Now and it kept him occupied for a good portion of the afternoon. His interest waned with Mountain View Cemetery when he couldn’t find the Grim Reaper in there.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
I did go online and search for lipstick stains... there's plenty of info out there for guilty men with lipstick on their collars but I'd be afraid to try toothpaste, ammonia, or alcohol on my dark clothes. Plus it would be an endless task to try to get to all the spots. HELP
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
There is this box of old dolls, some of them Barbie's, tucked away on the top shelf of my closet. Little Sister wrote her name all over the top of the box. Then she gave the box to me for storage. The dolls are familiar. There's a bunch of hand made clothes in there, clothes that Grandma made out of bits and scraps of material. Now here's the kink in the story... Little Sister insists the dolls were hers. I insist they were mine. Some of the doll cloths match dresses Grandma made for me. I'm thinking now that maybe some of the dolls were mine and some hers. Hers would be the decapitated one, I'm sure of that.
Monday, March 09, 2009
It's not our usual routine to discuss good news bad news. We usually just do the what's-the-best-thing-that-happened-today routine. Curiosity brought me back to his bedside.
"OK, what is it?" I asked.
"Well do you want to hear the good news or the bad news first?"
I thought for a minute before responding, "maybe you better give me the bad first to get it out of the way."
He squirmed a bit under the blanket. I'm thinking this must be really bad. "I dropped my new Pikachu toothbrush in the toilet." I'm thinking, well there goes another $6.99 toothbrush plus who knows what for the plumber. Before I could think any further, he follows up with the good news. "Grandma, here's the good news... I didn't flush the toilet."
Saturday, February 28, 2009
The Sitting Swing
by Irene Watson
Pub 2008 by Loving Healing Press
Irene Watson begins her memoir with her introduction into the Avalon Center where she seeks guidance to heal the scarring of a painful and abusive childhood. Growing up in the shadow of an older brother who dies early, much of her trauma is a result of her parents mix of overprotectiveness blended with events they chose to conveniently overlook. Inside the walls of Avalon, we see Irene's struggle from her beginning denial and resistance to the breakthrough realization that healing doesn't begin until she faces the past, re-writes the script, and moves on. Irene tells her courageous story in honest and simple language, almost as if she were sitting in the room speaking to a close friend.
Friday, February 20, 2009
1. needs to remember that to get rid of the fearful temper
2. Needs obit
3. Needs obit/Needs family history & genealogy message board
4. (needs a punch in the ...
5. needs your help
6. needs to laugh once in a while
7. needs a new business
8. needs legal aid
9. needs a home
10.needs to verbalize experiences
Using my birth certificate name provided slight different results:
1. needs a home environment that can provide her abundant structure
2. needs to...
3. needs a Mrs. Clause
4. needs a feeling of safety in her place
5. needs Obama to explain his position
6. needs bed bugs
7. needs a Valium
8. needs to know
9. needs to learn to love and value herself before she finds happiness in love
10. needs to get fierce photo into the real world
Good thing I have a keen sense of humor. Otherwise I would need to ask, "Is there any hope for me?"
Saturday, February 14, 2009
So the party is over. Time to go kick Wanda out of her hiding place. My turn.
Look for magnetic action here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RL4gf8YTYkI
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Elizabeth Gilbert's memoir of her recovery from divorce and a severe bout of depression has three distinct parts. Through 108 tales (beads) she takes the reader on a lively, meditative and romantic memoir of travels to three countries, Italy, India and Indonesia. EAT seems at times to be a travelog of her three month quest in Italy to fill an insatiable appetite, PRAY is an intimate and honest revelation of soul searching in an Indian Ashram and LOVE brings everything together in Indonesian balance. The book is entertaining as well as informative, incorporates a full cast of interesting characters, and the sad and pensive moments are balanced with a good sense of humor.